12 October 2009

When Henri Gaudier-Brzeska was killed at Neuville-St.-Vaast (Great War, 1914-1918) Gulpilil’s shoulder into the beached craft did not surrender to easeful death, a form and genre bent to cautious stargarzing, and I touched with the tip of my finger, a spot on my face below my eye and a few centimeters toward the front of the ear.

About Me

In 1903 (Elm Street, Ithaca, New York) my grandfather caused the death of one his sons in a most particularly awful way. It involved a thresher. He never spoke of it again. In 1942 my father’s brother was lost in the sinking of the US Independence Hall; he had been given a marlinspike knife by a British sailor, which he had given to my father for safekeeping before sailing. Passed on to me, I gave it to my nephew’s daughter. ENDGAME
PORTS
b. 1947, Ithaca
Leafy green village upstate undergraduate college
Iowa Writers’ Workshop MFA
Two years solitary cabin by lake, reading
Raleigh & Chapel Hill, reading
Commercial Beekeeper, four years
Potter and decorator, three years
Bicycle dharma bum, reading, writing
Archivist at Cornell University several years
Paris-Brest-Paris, 1200km bicycle audax, 1987
Heart surgeries
Passim: four matrimonial adventures, reading and writing
In my late fifties, founded Loudeac Tile Studio (wherein Madompna La Vogdesa and I sublimate artistic reproductions on tile and stone)